Sick o’ this nose-line restriction,
Rid me o’ nose-line restriction,
Give me no nose-line restriction—
It's difficult to breathe.

It ain't good…feel like smothered,
Like a hood's got me smothered.
Better huffing's my druthers,
’cause it's a bitch to breathe.

Sick o’ this nose-line impingement,
Rid me o’ nose-line impingement,
Give me no nose-line impingement;
It’s such a bitch to breathe.

Wicked’s this nose-line restriction,
Wicked is nose-line restriction,
Give it a nose-line injection,
Then maybe I could breathe.

Take some drugs to my body,
Take some slugs of hot toddies,
Make my Ugg's kinda wobbly—
I ain't good on my feet.

Mixtures ain't good for my body,
Liquor ain't good for my body,
Give 'em up, that ain't too likely—
Don't like sobriety

Wish that cave were fatter,
Nasal cave were fatter.
That ain't what's the matter,
And so it's hard to breath.

Impingement nose-line restriction,
Impinging nose-line restriction…
Sick o’ this nose-line restriction;
I try to breathe and seethe.

It's like glue has been applied in
There where room just isn't thrivin';
So to respire I am strivin',
But it's a bitch to breathe.

Sick o’ this nose-line constriction,
Rid me o’ nose-line constriction,
Give me no nose-line constriction;
My nasal niche ain’t eased.

Got a deviated septum,
So it's hard to make the breath come;
Nose is tighter than a rectum
That needs some Anal Eaze.

Finger seeks nose-line restriction,
Pick it till I’ve mined restriction,
Flick it post-nixing constriction—
It’s good that I now breathe.